Cook This Novels & Stories

“Good morning Theresa, it was fine thank you and yours?” “Mine was fine also, food is almost ready” “Ouuu” I went closer to check what she was preparing. “What are you cooking, it smells amazing” “I'm cooking stir fry pasta with chicken and steak” she replied while looking at me over her shoulder. “Hmm that sounds yummy, my mouth is watering already” I said while licking my lips. “Yes once it's done I'm going to go wake up Cole and get him prepared for the day then call Mr Valentino to feed him, Cole likes to eat more whenever Mr Valentino feeds him”

I said twitch a pout “You don't have to be jealous, you both are good in different ways, and you don't have to copy him cause you're good and he's good. And if you ask about what Jade always do, whenever he doesn't know how to cook a certain dish, he goes to the YouTube and search up recipe he follow the steps and get the food correctly and that's exactly what I did, I checked all the ingredients we have at home, and search for the food that fitted that ingredients perfectly, I didn't want to make something you cannot eat so I keep it simple cause everybody likes bread, and that's exactly why I made it and also made coffee for the both of us”

Caroline praised her “Thank you ma.” Samantha replied. “There's still a final test Samantha, you will have to cook and I will be the judge of that” Caroline said. “Ok ma” “What shall I cook ma” Samantha asked. “I need you to cook rice and beans with pesto with vegetable and griddle chicken” “All you need to make the food will be provided in the kitchen” “Stella will show you where everything is kept but she won't help you to make it or tell you how to. Is that understood?” Caroline said

It’s just Buriko in a chef uniform. They hear a commotion like applause and shouts around them. The white illumination highlights the judge in the middle. “A chef who is specialized in cutting anything. His accurate and precise incision always makes his food having an exquisite garnish. This is it, Chef Cocong.” It’s just Cocong whose shroud is painted so that it will look like a blazer, yet in the end, he just looks like a giant Indonesian exclusive Mighty Beanz. I’m sorry, I don’t know what the equivalent word for Mighty Beanz is.

Thoughts of her body under his as he plowed her brought on an instant erection that made him casually drop his hands and cross them over his groin. The dinner table shuffle made him grin as both John and Nathan made sure they ended up seated on either side of her, which left Kody the spot he wanted, right across from her. He sat down and quietly helped himself to the grub. Nathan had gone all out trying to impress Dana. He'd made a succulent roast dripping with juice, roasted potatoes with rosemary, buttery carrots, and hot rolls. Kody groaned in exaggeration as he ate, drawing giggles from Dana, who ate her food with wide-eyed surprised. Nathan perhaps ruled strictly as pack alpha and acted

Lily The sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the well-worn countertops and the various ingredients spread across them. I glanced around at my co-workers, Chris and Monica, who were bustling about, each absorbed in their tasks. Chris stood at the stove, his attention fixed on a large pot of stew that simmered gently, releasing an aroma that filled the entire house. Monica, on the other hand, was meticulously chopping vegetables with the precision of a seasoned chef. The rhythmic sound of her knife hitting the cutting board provided a comforting background noise.

I didn't quite get an answer. 15:23 Roxy: I don't know ;-) 15:38 My Crush: Oh come on! I need to know if I should cook or not 15:39 Roxy: Well that's your problem not mine 15:39 My Crush: Fine, if you come over I'm giving you trash for dinner 15:39 Roxy: Whaaaaattttttt That's unfair 15:39 My Crush: Aha! Thanks for your answer 15:39 Just be aware that I'm still giving you

The memory warms me from within, like a cozy hearth on a chilly evening. I happily go about preparing dinner, the clinking of pots and the sizzle of ingredients filling the air. Tonight, I've decided on a simple yet elegant meal—roast chicken with rosemary, accompanied by buttered asparagus and creamy mashed potatoes. Cooking has always been my way of expressing love and care.

“Meal support.” Micah’s mouth twitched. “Good.” Rory drifted into the kitchen too, sniffing. “Food?” “Soon,” I said. Rory nodded solemnly. “We need a recovery meal.” Jace didn’t move from the couch. I washed my hands, moved quietly, and started cooking without making it a performance, something warm, filling, not complicated. Rice, chicken, vegetables, the same comfort logic as always. Behind me, I heard the couch creak as Jace shifted slightly. A long exhale.

“A guest in my kitchen. Sort of.” He stands. “You’re cooking?” “Trying. You’re eating.” He doesn’t question it. Doesn’t rush to help. Just follows. I make shakshuka—eggs poached in spiced tomato sauce. Easy. Familiar. One pan. Comfort food from my early catering days. He leans on the counter, watching me. Not like an investor. Not like a lover waiting to be impressed. Like someone who knows how much it took just to pick up the knife again.